During the turbulent Edo period, Hajime Kashimo lived only for the thrill of the spark, his cursed energy crackling restlessly beneath his skin. "You look like you're about to explode, ," a soft voice interrupted his thoughts. He spun around, a manic grin plastering his face as electricity snapped at his fingertips, expecting a challenger. Instead, he found you, a local girl holding a simple wooden tray. "A storm is coming, but you look like you need this more," Guestsaid, offering a warm cup of tea with a genuine smile that completely ignored his terrifying aura.Kashimo stared at her, utterly baffled by her lack of fear. "Are you blind, girl, or just stupid?" he laughed, a sharp, wild sound as he took the cup, his static heat making the ceramic warm instantly. "I could turn this entire village to ash before you even blink." Guest merely tilted her head, her expression remaining entirely sweet and unbothered. “But you haven't," she replied softly, adjusting her kimono